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Elise Seaver

Young traveler seeking to leave her mark on the world.

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by Wing06Twilight

Description

"I'll do everything you thought was impossible..."

ImageName: Elise Seaver
Sex: Female
Age: 24

Physical Description: While her youthful look fools many, her eyes give away the hardships of her past. scars mark her body from countless brushes with danger, and her hands are rough to the touch.
Clothing: Her clothing is always made from light materials and colors to keep her as cool as possible while traveling. It is fitted to allow her the greatest maneuverability.
Height: 5'4" (1.63meters)
Weight: 110lbs.
Skin Colour: Elise has naturally tanned skin that seems to never get darker despite her time in the sun.
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: deep violet

Occupation: traveler
History/Bio: "Growing up in a divided household was never easy. Dad remarried early while mom moved away, and seemingly out of my and my sister’s lives. visiting was nearly impossible. sometimes she would make the trip, when the government would allow her, being a diplomat has it perks I guess, but I was never comfortable. My life was spiraling out of control and I withdrew into myself. Every little ache, every little pain seemed to spell certain death for me. I began to pray every night to a god I wasn’t even sure existed. The fear stopped, and I was able to grow a little. I always told myself I was lucky, that my parents splitting hadn’t really affected me much. Little did I know that the ripples wouldn’t start taking hold until later.

I developed wanderlust, and a need to get out of my surroundings. Once the biggest proponent of change, I began to crave it. Why? Change is the only thing that ever constant. I want constant, so I had to embrace change. I guess on a metaphysical level that might make sense. So, I took my bag, some clothes, a canteen and a few crystals and headed out from the safety of the walls that surrounded the only life I ever knew. At first, I found my mom, and stayed with her, but after a while, the itch to leave took over, and I abandoned the second place I’d grown to call home. Since then, I’ve been many places. I’ve met a lot of people. Some good, some not. In an uncertain world, I’ve found it’s best to maintain some sense of hope that people are inherently good. Naive? Perhaps, but what is life without some hope. Some may say I trust too easily, but hey, in this world, you either trust others or die. Many people ask why I put up with as much as I do at my job, and I tell them it’s because, at the end of the day, I trust them to make the right decision. More often than not, they do. Yet, I’ve begun to feel that all too familiar feeling of longing, and it’s time for me to move on, to sink my boots into the sand and see what’s out there.
My name is Elise, and this is where my story starts."


Home Town: Samaria (Birthplace, current residence of her Father/ Castlie (Current residence of her Mothe)r
Native Clan: Samariamus
Population: 3800
Settlements: Currently control Samaria, Castlie and Don Valluer. Sameria being the keystone of their control.
Location: Ariket, Qafar Desert
Description: Samariamus is a monarchy, ruled by the Samariam family for generations. A peaceful clan, they seek to understand more about the White Ruin and the world around them. Harvesting many machines from the Old World. None wish to bring about the Change, instead, they focus on making life as comfortable as possible using whatever technology they can find and restore.

Personality: Elise is a quiet young woman who seeks to find her place in the world. Never staying in one place for too long, she has a great appreciation for the natural world and comfort it brings.
Fears and Desires: While she continuously travels around, she does fear being left alone and forgotten. To counter this she tries to do as much as she can in short time frames for others. She also seeks to find a way to be remembered long after she's gone. Growing up on stories of the Change inspire her to keep pushing forward with her head held high, so she doesn't miss an opportunity to carve her name into history.

Equipment and Weapons: Canteen, the clothes on her back, two daggers and a few crystals her sister gifted her before Elise left.
Styles and Abilities: She holds her daggers with a reverse grip, preferring to parry attacks and knocking her enemies off balance.

So begins...

Elise Seaver's Story

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"How many times do I have to tell you, Elise, you can't be up here!" The young guard sighed and shook his head, "Honestly, you're lucky I don't take you in...I mean if one of the other guards were to find you they may think you were up to something! This is the Summer Festival you know!"

"I know, I know," she began, laughter in her voice, "It's just calming to look out over the desert from the top of the wall, and this spot has the best view." She dropped to the ground and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead before tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry to be so much trouble, Valik. I'm not much of a fan of crowds and well," she gestured to the groups of people heading into the city, all there for the festivities.

Valik shrugged, "Why not go on one of those adventures you're always talking about? I mean you keep staring off into the desert, why not listen to those thoughts? See what happens to be in that direction?"

She smiled, "Maybe you're right. I mean it's been two and a half years, maybe I could use a change of scenery." She rocked her head from side to side, mulling over the thought. She thought about what she would lose, and quickly decided it was a lot less than she could gain.

The past two and a half years in Dol-Duna had been good to her, but it never felt like home. It was never meant to be. She had thought about leaving a year ago, but couldn't justify it. Nothing had really changed since then, but a sense of longing had begun eating away at her, pulling her back out into the desert. She could feel that by leaving she had a chance to find her purpose.

"Well, whatever you chose, good luck, Elise....and if you chose to stay, please stay off the wall!" Valik chuckled and headed back to his patrol. "Thank you!" She called after him.


She made her way home, taking as many shady back roads as she could to better avoid the throngs of people lining the streets. Once there she took stock of what she owned. "Well, it's not much, thankfully." She started sorting out her bag and traveling items. She only carried the basics, a canteen, Taqua crystals, a cloak, and her twin daggers. The items were all worn, her life had been in motion since the day she'd left home. Before Dol-Duna she'd lived in a city constructed from the remains of an Old World War Ship the inhabitants had come to call, Siliko. Many there had belonged to the Panistino Clan. Many asked her to stay and join their clan, but she knew that Siliko wasn't her destiny. However, it had been quiet and interesting enough to hold her five years, three of which were continuous. The other two years she had made trips back to her mothers for a few months at a time. She smiled remembering the people there.

"Looks like I should head into the Bazzar and get a few things," she mumbled shaking her head at the irony.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull

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A tired looking man was passing through Dol-Duna's streets, lugging a cart carrying a stack of around twelve cages, each covered by a small cloth and rattling violently with the occasional puff of smoke flowing from their veiled bars. Every now and then one would catch a glimpse of slit yellow eyes peering out at the sights of Dol-Duna from their covered cages. As the man dragging the cart wiped the sweat from his brow, a cacophony of shrieks began emanating from the cages as their violent rattling began to intensify. "Please stop, you're making a scene, er..." the man paused, biting his nails as he tried to calm the temper of whatever creatures the cages were hiding.

"Look, will you behave if I feed you?" the weary man asked, to which the creatures in the cages seemed to respond with ceasing their agitated screeching. "Okay...okay," the man sighed, reaching into his belt and drawing out a small bag that was tied to his waist. He then reached into the small bag and drew out the leg of what appeared to be some kind of poultry and began to push it into the cage stacked at the top. But no sooner than when he pulled the cloth covering that cage apart, was he met with the sight of an orange wad of spittle flying straight at his eyes. The man stumbled back as he wildly wiped the orange spit from his eye. "Ugh you know I hate when you all do this!" the man mumbled as he attempted to grab a cloth from his pocket to dab the blinding substance away from his eyes.

As the man stumbled about, a small, slimy red claw reached through the bars and snatched a pair of keys from his wait. "Wait..." the man began. "Wait, what was that? What was-," he paused as three, toddler-sized red amphibians, standing up on their hind legs and screeching vilely. They had yellow, slitted eyes, and two constantly twitching red fins in place of ears. They began to use their dexterous fingers to use the keys and unlock the rest of the cages. "No, now stay put...please! I'll buy ya chicken, or, I'll-," the red amphibians all hopped out , bum rushing the sod and knocking him over into the sand-laden roads below. "Watch out! Salamands loose! Salamands loose!"

It turned out that, in a few moments time, the townsfolk wouldn't need the shuts to be rid of the nuisances...they made their presence known soon enough. Eating food, guzzling drinks and seemingly intentionally smashing anything that remotely resembled something of value. When confronted by any merchants and bodyguards who had gotten a bit brave, the beasts used their uncanny ability to heat up their skin to drive them off and continue their mischief throughout the town.

Uluru had long since finished what remained of his food, and threw his bowl in the local compost heap. He decided, having nothing better to do at the moment, to take a stroll through Dol-Duna and better familiarize himself with the town during his stay here. He looked around, hands behind his back, noting how odd it was that the merchants had begun to pack up so early and in a hurry as if protecting their wares. "What the hell has gotten them so spooked...?" Uluru wondered aloud. "Bandits, maybe?" He soon got his answer and it wasn't quite something as dangerous as a bandit, but twice as irritating. A red reptilian beast began repeatedly ramming it's head into the wooden stall of a nearby fruit stand, continuing it's stupid rampage until a bushel of fruit on the stand fell over, sending piles of oranges began to smash into it's spine.

"Salamands? Come on, Dol-Duna..." Uluru chuckled, in a resigned bemusement. Salamands were humanoids of some meager intelligence, often captured by dimwitted people to use as a source of cheap labor. Sometimes this can turn out quite well, provided they are paid for in meals, but treat them like animals...and they tended to become dangerously crafty, yet still bafflingly stupid creatures. "Judging from the screams, there's a lot of 'em too..." Uluru noted, punching into his opposite hand. "Didn't intend to work anymore today...but at least this'll give me something to do..."

The creatures began to spread all over the bazaar, assaulting anything they could get their grubby little paws on. A few had set upon a trading booth just being set up by a members of Lakuli Clan. Another approached a young girl, in an attempt to snatch the sweet treats she was currently snacking on.

Several more appeared to nearby a woman sporting a hood and a cap, while a herd of Salamands descended upon a trio of stalls, selling livestock, taking particular interest in the ducks and goats.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Ka'Wa looked over in terror at the group of assembled characters with a loud gulp.

"I don't know them," she said softly and looked somewhat embarrassed. "But if it'll help..."

A look of determination came over her face and she balled her hands up into fists. Striding over awkwardly to the group, she gave herself a small pep talk in the course of walking to them. I can do this, I can do this. Just tell them you need help. They're good people surely, they won't deny.

"Um, excuse me!" Ka'Wa said loudly, trying to attract the attention of the various people in front of her. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!"

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Aisha turned her attention to the guard, who had seemingly called out to them. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!" Aisha wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to get involved or not, but, her attention was drawn to one of the taller men, who voiced his opinion. "I'm not quite certain that's wise," he said, "A man acts mad in the streets, resists getting locked up, then claims he's innocent? Nothing about that spells common sense."

Aisha couldn't resist speaking up. "I... I differ!" What Aisha lacked in height, she made up for in her tone. She raised a hand in front of her, giving her the appearance as if she had some sort of divine authority. She explained, "Regardless of his origins or actions, all men deserve mercy. Without given a chance, no one will ever be able to rectify their ways. Those who are mad are merely lost souls in need of attention. If a man pleads himself innocent, then surely, he believes goodness is right and he is good. Please, give him a chance!"

Even if she wasn't sure how she felt about Wetlanders, Aisha was still firm in her belief that all could be converted to righteousness.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Bohdana jumped in surprise overhearing the conversation that was happening close by. She forgetfully dropped the golden idol in her pocket, thinking more about not getting into the trouble that she sensed was brewing if she stayed about this group of Wetlander sympathizers. It was clear to her now that she'd overstayed her curiosity. This situation was bordering into possible conflict and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The crowd consumed her. Boh's form drifted unnoticed through the rest of the bazaar as she went about the last of her errands....

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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"All I need to know is what kind of threat was he alluding to? Did he give any details at all?" Uluru asked curtly, glancing over at the Wetlander hanging in the wooden cage and mentally noting that he didn't exactly exude trustworthiness. "I don't particularly care whether he's guilty or not, I'm not particularly looking to break any laws in this town," he shook his head before stating jokingly, "Not before I visit the Nomads' tents anyway."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"My apologies miss, Duneyrr is tired and I believe he mistook your hair for a kind of flower that grows in our homeland in the spring." Sören says, tugging on one of the stags antlers to pull him away once he has released the woman's hair. "And he is not a horse, but a stag. I take it they are not a common sight here in Dol-Duna..."

He sounds a bit tired when he says this, which he is. People have been mistaking Duneyrr for something other than what he is all day now. Patting the stag on the neck he walks back to the wagon, rummages around in the back for a moment, then pulls out an apple and holds it out for Duneyrr, who takes a large bite and nuzzles Sören's hand. "Go on ahead Duneyrr, you know where we usually stay. I'll be there in a bit."

After taking another bite of the apple, leaving little more than the core in Sören's hand, Duneyrr eyes the woman's pink hair once more before lowering his head a little and trudging onward. The northman watches as the crowd parts for the stag and the wagon. For being an animal, Duneyrr was very intelligent, and Sören often saw him as a brother over anything else. Soon the wagon is lost around a corner and Sören turns his attention back to the crowd around him as another woman shouts at them, saying something about the wetlander and how he has important information he needs to share. If what she said was true, then someone should at least hear the fellow out. With a sigh he reaches up to rub the back of his head, causing his helm to shift and his antlers to sort of dance about on his head for a moment before he straightens his helm again and turns towards the direction of the commotion.

"Let's see what he has to say then." Sören says, cracking his neck as he looks down at the pink haired woman. "Excuse me, please. And again, I apologize about your hair."

The northman makes his way to the crowd and past the woman who had been yelling a moment ago. The day had been a long and tiring one, and he just wanted things to be simple for a time. No stopping to talk or correct people about what Duneyrr was. Sören made his way directly to the cage where the wetlander was being held and walked straight up to the man.

"You are the one they call the wetlander, yes?" Sören asks, eyes glowing a bit in the shadow of his cloak as he looks the man over. "You do not seem to pose a threat, so I do not see why these bars are needed. In any case, I have heard that you know of some danger coming to this land, is that true? If so I would hear those words from your lips." When Sören reaches out with his left hand there is a layer of frost over his flesh like a lattice work of lace, and when he touches the wood around the lock it spreads, causing the wood to freeze suddenly, weakening it after being exposed to so much heat for such a long time. "It is against the law to let you free, but that does not mean you could not find a way to escape."

When he pulls his hand away, the wood around the lock begins to dry and crack in the heat.

"It seems there are some who might help you in this village. I would suggest you wait until nightfall to try and leave your cage, but that is up to you. Until then, please, tell me of this threat."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"My mistake," Whisper spoke as she attempted to smooth down her horse-licked hair. She nearly felt bad watching the animal leave. Perhaps she could do with less hair if the poor animal really wanted it. She looked over the man in front of her, mildly surprised to see she didn't recognize him. Not that she knew many people, but she at least knew of them.

Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the antlered man, wondering if they were actually growing from his head. Sure, that would be unusual, but not unheard of in her travels. Rather than asking, she decided to observe the interaction to figure out what she could. From his words, the horse man seemed to know what this prisoner had done; something Whisper still wasn't sure about.

Content to watch, she leaned against a corner in a lazy manner.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"Sir, please! Wait a second! When can I expect the work will be finished? Where can I retrieve my necklace when finish? Also, um, how can I be sure that you, um... Even if you are kind, I would like some assurance that the work will be finished skillfully."

Thessir looked up at her, listening as she went on about the necklace. Plenty of questions, some of them odd.

"I spoke of the time, of few greater marks. Equal to or less than approximately three marks estimated. You receive repaired necklace at my location." He answered her first two questions as though he expected her to already of known such matters. Before he could answer her third question she broke away from the conversation as a woman spoke of freeing the wetlander.


While he was most interested in who he is and why he's come so far out the issue seemed to grow muddy with voices as various folks responded in a variety of ways. He wanted to help if only to sate his desire to know more but simply trying to talk over everyone seemed to be a fruitless expenditure of his effort. Instead he figured he'd tackle the other end of the issue, the people the man referred to as the Nomad Clan.

"Do you know of where the Nomad clan the man in the cage spoke of is? Their interest might be in this." He spoke to the woman who had approached them asking for help. It only seemed appropriate to Thessir to involve those the stranger had spoken of since he seemed so adamant on speaking with them. After all, what harm could that do?

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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"Enjoy. Thank you for your trade." Musa said absently, one ear on her customer and the other listening to the voices rising above the hum of the crowd. The first thing she heard was a woman announcing that she wanted to free the Wetlander turned prisoner. While a kind, yet illegal endeavor, it was foolish of her to yell out her intent in the middle of a large crowd. She could hear the sharp whispers among the other merchants and their buyers. Grabbing and donning her staff, she begins moving away from a blank space where a vase just was while leaving her tent to be handled by the rest of her party. She placed herself near a man with a curved sword. She was close enough to him to be labeled as a listener but far enough to not be associated with him.

Then, after listening to the last of the comments on the amored female's plans, she spoke up herself in a clear voice. "Even if anyone were to assist you, it would be foolish to. I'm sure that guard over there heard your plan when you shouted it for the whole Bizarre to hear. In fact, he's watching you with narrowed eyes. He's watching all of us." She waves her hand in the direction of said guard, of which her eyes were trained upon ever since mentioning him. After a bit, her gaze slid over those assembled before she would look to the girl in the center again, switching her weight onto one leg.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Tetra grimaced as another woman asked for help in freeing the Wetlander. She wasn't going to touch this with a ten foot pole. Especially now that it had been announced to the entire surrounding area that someone was planning a breakout. But before Tetra could point that out, someone else came along and said the exact same thing she had been thinking. Tetra immediately nodded and gestured towards the newcomer.

"She's right. And if he somehow manages to escape, even without your help, the guards will immediately suspect you and take you in for questioning," Tetra shuddered slightly. "And it wouldn't be a pretty interrogation, either." She didn't know what "airship" this Wetlander had supposedly told the woman about, but Tetra had a feeling it would be a good idea to get out of town relatively quickly. "I guess the Summer Bizarre will be ending a little early for me," she sighed wistfully before brushing her hair out of her face. "It probably isn't very safe here anymore for any of us."

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"He said something about an airship coming for him?" The woman mentioned when questioned as to what the wetlander was speaking about. "From over there. I think he called it the leviathan and he said it would be here within the hour."

Interesting. He contemplated about what she said. He was not overly familiar with the means by which these people kept their time since he was from Downder where there was no day or night and he spent most of his time beyond in Bola Brisk, a place with little sunlight in between all the frozen storms. The hour sounded soon however. If the airship was so close wouldn't it be visible? He'd have to find someplace high up and see for himself.


"I'm sorry but I didn't ask about the nomad clan he was seeking." The woman apologized in response to his question. It was strange to apologize given what he had asked. It just didn't seem to add up. Though understandable as she wasn't very well informed in regards to the nomad clan in question it didn't mean they couldn't find the answer from someone.

"Someone knows more. Proposal to ask-" He was interrupted as some other strange characters involved chimed in on their thoughts on her idea to break the wetlander free. Indeed, it seemed as though this was a rather careful group given their considerations. Before he could continue on with trying his hand at solving the riddle of the frantic wetlander the woman grew more and more distressed until eventually she fled away from the market, vanishing within the crowd.


He was already confused and the pain in his eyes was starting to spread back into his brain now. He wanted to move forward, not be stuck in a rut with a group of unmotivated strangers. Opting for some action he waved over the woman of blue garb with the rare bracelets and started moving in the direction they had taken the wetlander.

On his way however his eyes caught the tell-tale glimmer of gold along the ground. It was a golden statue halfway buried in a patch of mud along the ground. He was quite surprised. People generally don't find miniature statues wrought from valuable metals left laying about where boots tread. He looked over the statue carefully like a crow would with any shiny new acquisition. It was a figure of an effeminate person of some sort with letters etched up along a side in a language he had yet to learn to read.


"Fascinating. I am of wondering of where the statue was made. Perhaps wetlander knows." He spoke to the woman who's necklace he was still holding onto. He still had full intentions of finishing his job but right now there was neither the time nor the place for that. Most of his best work was done at night anyways. As he walked towards the cage where the wetlander was he looked back to check if the woman in blue was still following before turning his attention back towards the wetlander as he approached.

"Stranger of the wet lands, I presume this is yours?" He presented the idol before the wetland man stuck in the cage. His hat obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only a strange pale grin set in a rather short standing figure of dark clothes before the cage of bone. The concealment of his face was not intentional of course, just the result of him trying to block as much of the sun as he was physically capable of. Nonetheless it was suffice to say he did not appear as an immediately trustworthy looking character.


"Perhaps you might speak of the clan you seek. Your movement is blocked but mine is free. You do seek them, correct?" Although his understanding of the language was remarkably good for how little time he's had to learn it there was still something left to be desired when it came to getting his point across clearly. Though he'd much rather be reading ancient writings scrawled upon forgotten temples speaking was without a doubt necessary. He just needed to master the vast differences between his people's method of communication and the outlander's methods.

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Elise watched the Bazaar from her window, wishing she didn't need new equipment. "Maybe when the sun starts to go down, there will be fewer people..." She sighed, knowing all too well that once the sun set, more people would be interested in partying and not selling their wares. Deciding she couldn't delay any further she gathered the small amount of money and spare crystals she had lying on a side table and made her way downstairs. "Stop them!" She heard after opening the door. She peeked out from behind a startled shopper and saw the red bodies scurry up the street. "What the..." She started, narrowing avoiding the elbow of an overly excited woman who tried to push past Elise and into her home. "Move child!" She cried, trying to push Elise, "Hey, hey! It's fine, stop!" Elsie finally managed to shut her door behind her, pushing the woman to the side.

She walked down the street, looking for any vendors that might sell leather goods. She haggled with a middle-aged woman for a new messenger style bag. She slipped it over her shoulder and continued her search for a larger canteen, which she was given for free from a less than reputable man, who told her to come back whenever she felt like getting a proper husband. "Well, that's enough to make me want to not deal with anyone else..." She started, opening the door to a familiar bar, full of unfamiliar faces. She sat down away from the group that seemed to be meeting over something quite important. "Rough day, Elise?" A young waitress asked, putting a colorful drink before her. Elsie drank deeply, the alcohol burning her throat as she put the glass back on the wooden bar, where another drink awaited her. "Not really, Pearl," She started, looking over her shoulder at the Cowboy who seemed way too interested in less than moral women. "I'm leaving, tomorrow." She smiled, draining the second glass.

"You're joking?!" Pearl gasped, reaching for an empty glass, ready to get Elise drunk so she could convince her to stay. Elise nodded, "Yeah, I'm been thinking about it for a while now, and well, tomorrow just feels right!" She chuckled, already feeling the first two drinks. Pearl poured them each a water and the girls drank silently until Pearl was called over to a table occupied by foreigners. "Well, I know I can't stop you, but please come and visit!" Pearl patted Elise's hand before heading to her new table.

Elise headed outside into the cooler evening air. The streets were littered with people looking to eat, and drink the night away. She meandered down the road, kicking a small rock as she headed home for what would be her last night in Dol-Duna when she heard a commotion. She looked down an alley and saw a few interestingly dressed people surrounding a man in a cage. One woman wore clothing similar to her own but adorned with the tell-tale markings of the Creed, a religious sect from their shared Clan. Elise didn't follow the Creed, but then not many people did.

She made her way over to where the small crowd had gathered and listened while they seemed to question the caged man.

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Skullivan was stretching apart the wooden bars, damaged by Sören's touch, of his cage violently when a strange, pale man approached him. The Traitor released the bars, letting them snap shut again. "Is there something I can help you, skippy?" Skullivan questioned, leaning his body over the bars and hanging over Thessir's smaller form. "Can I help you or are you here to harass me?"

Skullivan glared at Thessir as he began to ask about the Nomad Clan, "The Naima Clan. The Naima Nomad Clan. I need to find them," The Wetland Traitor hissed. Skullivan rose an eyebrow as a woman approached next to Thessir. "Trust me. You'll want me to find them too."

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"This is the second time I've heard mention of them, wetlander," Uluru replied, approaching the prisoner finally, having gone off to do other business in Dol-Duna for a bit before returning to the scene of the foreigner's arrival. "I've asked around and no one can seem to tell me much about them. The one guy who seemed to know anything didn't seem to hold them in high regard. So what's so important about them, kid?"

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"The Naima are experts on the Change. You know the Change, right? You're aware of the Change?" Skullivan glared out intensely. "The Naima almost found it... they were just missing a few pieces." Skullivan swallowed, spotting Ka'Wa in the back of the group that had gathered at his cage. "A threat is coming, you want to save this village? You have to get me to that Nomad Clan."

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"I'd rather just get out of this village if it's all the same to you," Uluru shrugged slightly. "If I want information on the Naima Nomads, all I have to do is ask them myself. As it stands, I'm not sure I trust you to keep your word," Uluru stated, turning around to male his leave. "The Change, huh? Thought it just a legend..." he muttered as he made his way past a large stand, newly set up stand, selling fruit to eager customers who had a beef with Skullivan.

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"If I may interject," Aisha interjected, "The Naima Clan, the Change... I'm sorry sir, but, you're sorely mistaken. It's a forgivable mistake, but, it's a dangerous one as well. You see, the Naima Clan, they are complete fabulists. Deceivers. Liars. They are false leaders." Aisha cleared her throat and began to explain.

"As you know, it is a common belief among us all in the desert, and I guess among you Wetlanders as well, that the Change is... somewhere, something external, some big miracle that's somehow going to make our lives better. It is the biggest source of hope among us all, who live such troubled lives in such a harsh world. However, hope is a potent drug, and although drugs may heal, when taken in the wrong doses, they prove to seriously harm and become fatal to us. So many souls have been lost to the chasing of a legend—a myth! The biggest fools were the Naima Clan. They were fabled to be the closest to finding the Change, which led them to be honored by all. That proved to be a huge mistake. Thus, they were exiled from here, only to simply disappear, and nobody knows where they have gone. They're souls were most likely consumed by both the sand and their false hopes and resulting despair. To count on finding them is, too, a false hope."

"I understand if you're in denial, many are, for your beliefs are very difficult to shake, but please, don't despair either, for there is true hope, a true Change. It's not out there and the pieces who speak of are simply mental constructs or rumors spread to deliberately continue spreading the drug of which both the desperate and the foolish drink. The Change, my friend, is within you, as it is within us all. The correct thing to do would be to strive to achieve it within ourselves, through the principles of our Creed, through self-improvement and acceptance, and you will truly find peace within your heart."

"Please, I hope you all understand. I only wish to save every person I can. Good sir, I can save you from this prison, this prison of strife in your heart, if you're willing to trust me. If somebody seeks to harm you, I can try to help you. No, I will help you, for it is what I am trained to do, as it is my righteous duty. I know a place safe from whomever pursues you, and safe from your own anxiety. Just trust me." Aisha reached her hand out between the bars and offered it to the Wetlander, no, the innocent man who was trapped in there.

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The kid wasn't lying after all, Uluru soon discovered after the state of this grew all the more stranger much too quickly. Wetlanders. In a giant contraption, that without a doubt must've been the aforementioned airship. Decked in uniforms that Uluru had never before witnessed, the Wetlander seemed to be in search of that Skullivan character, who they claimed was a violent criminal. "That is a lot of gold..." Uluru whistled, eyeing the chest of riches. Coin may be a thing only fit for fairy tales, but gold was all too real.

But, if Skullivan knew about the Change...so did these Wetlanders, who he trusted even less. If the Skull's story really did check out, then the Naima Nomads may be in danger as well. "Guess my brief stay in Dol-Duna just got a whole lot shorter..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Wetlanders!" Uluru called out. "I'll have your traitor, but you better make sure I'll have you keep your end of the deal!" He shouted, pointing to the treasure chest. "That golddamn gold!"

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The Wetland leader turned to Uluru - who had stepped forward from the crowd. "Sorry, who are you?" The leader questioned, glancing back at his soldiers. "Who is he?" The leader glanced at Uluru again before smiling. "You want the gold, cowboy, it's yours - for the man." The leader glanced up over the market, as several armoured characters in the crowd had pulled out their weapons and descended into shop entrances and side-streets - warriors and mercenaries attending the festival, obviously also on the hunt for Skullivan and the reward of gold. "Whoever brings him to us gets the prize. And we let your bizarre bazaar continue on."

The leader turned to Uluru before shooing him away with his pistol. "Go on. Fetch."

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"Oh yeah, thanks," The soldier said, grabbing Rusten's drink and smashing it into the ground before kicking his table over, causing Xaverius and the other's he spoke to to raise. "WETLAND TRAITOR. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?" The soldier yelled at Rusten as his comrades searched the bar. The barkeeper cried in the corner over his expensive drinks.

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Elise was stunned by the sight of the airship, yet she couldn't deny the excitement it made her feel. She wondered what it must be like to fly above the desert. She shook her head, focusing on what the man had said about the Change. "So," She started before noticing the man was gone. "Wha...?" The other's around her grew restless. The gold offered by the Wetlanders meant nothing to her, but for those she stood near, it seemed to be tempting. Suddenly she felt the rush of wind as something flew overhead, "A sand ray?" She watched as the man jumped onto the beast's back and took off in search of Skullivan.

She then approached the woman who had told Skullivan that the Change wasn't real, "So, you're a follower of the Creed? Didn't think I'd run into anyone from home this far out." She kept walking, not looking the young woman in the eye, "I think we should go and find this man, hear what he has to say about the Change," she shrugged, "After all, he's not from here so why would he put any faith in our legends, Change or Creed?" She smirked, giving Aisha a wink before taking off down the alley in the direction Skullivan had run. "I just hope I can find him before that money hungry man with the Sand Ray does..."

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The sky grew dark, and Aisha did precisely what came naturally. That is, she fell to her knees and began to pray. For the moment, she thought the shadow was the impending wrath of some spirit Aisha had angered, or it was the visit of one of the 'rainclouds' of legend. However, it became apparent that that wasn't quite what it was. Aisha knew what technology was when she saw it, and undoubtedly, this was an enormous ship of some kind, the kind thought to have been wiped out with the Old World. Of course, it was always thought that the Wetlanders possessed some sort of superior technology that allowed them to keep their reserves of water to themselves, but nobody could have possibly imagined something of this scale, not to mention condition. Aisha realized if that was the case, then this was the threat the Wetlander was referring to.

Yet, said Wetlander had fled. Aisha looked to the cage to find it had been broken out of, both prisoners having escaped it. Aisha's eyes darted around as those around her were seemingly just as mesmerized as she was by the godlike machine. She didn't see him however. Where he could have hoped to run, Aisha didn't know, but if there was one thing she did know, it was that all souls could be saved, and it was her duty to save as many as she could.

"So, you're a follower of the Creed? Didn't think I'd run into anyone from home this far out." Aisha was a bit startled when the woman, whom of which Aisha hadn't seen before, spoke to her. Aisha asked, "So you're familiar with the Samariamus Creed?" The other girl continued to speak; "I think we should go and find this man, hear what he has to say about the Change," she shrugged, "After all, he's not from here so why would he put any faith in our legends, Change or Creed?"

"He is a poor, lost soul, in need of desperate help... quite clearly more desperate than I could have imagined. If being so convinced about the false Change has gotten him into this madness, then the only salvation for him is following the righteous path, and our Creed will bring him to that. After all, if these people are looking for him, then the only option for him would be to... abandon..." Aisha didn't finish her sentence before the girl she was speaking to ran off.

Aisha jogged after her and called out, "Wait! You need to help me find him! It's important!"

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Elise looked over her shoulder to see the young woman was following her, "Wait! You need to help me find him! It's important!"

"Of course, it's important! He's talking about the Change!" She slowed down to let the woman catch up and then rolled her eyes. "Well, I mean, I know you're trying to save his soul, but, but..." She shook her head, "Look, this morning I decided to leave this town and start a new adventure. I left home and have been on an adventure ever since. This man coming from nowhere and talking about the Change, and me happening to run across him? To me, it's a sign, it's destiny." She smiled, hoping the girl would understand. After all, they hailed from the same clan; and the Sumariamus clan ultimately sought to uncover the secrets of the world and the White Ruin. Elise had grown up on the legends of the Change and heard the rhetoric of those who followed the Creed and while she understood what those who followed the Creed said, she just couldn't ever shake the feeling that the Change was out there somewhere.

"I mean, you speak of the change coming from inside us, and that because of that, we are all the change..." She stammered, looking down at her boots, suddenly wishing she'd bought new ones that morning, "If what you say is true, and the Change is in fact inside me, why then couldn't that piece of the Change want me to find the Change from the legends?" She knew she wasn't making any sense, and that they were losing ground, but she felt an uncontrollable desire to spill all these thoughts she'd been feeling for so long. The Change was within her grasp, her greatest dream could finally come true, "Anyway, let's just go find him!"

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The two Samariam women ran down the side-street, in pursuit of the Wetlander Legend: the Traitor. But after running through the maze of side-streets they found themselves many streets away from the grand bazaar, though the darkness of the Leviathan still blocked out the sun. Stone walls stood like mountains on all sides, no windows to be seen, and down the alley-way the darkness seemed to grow thicker.

The two continued down the alley-way, continuing their search for the Wetland Traitor, as the darkness grew thicker. Small creatures scurried across the streets and in the shadows ahead a dim light glittered. It was a tent, red with gold hanging off it, and a light-sourced flickering from within. A small breeze caused the gold to jingle like chimes. The tent seemed to call to them. The one piece of light in the darkness...

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"Young miss..." Aisha panted, looking around her unfamiliar surroundings with a feeling of unease, "I really don't mean to insult your sense of reasoning, but... Are you positive that man went this way?" A feeling of disappointment and dread was starting to form as a rock sitting in the bottom of her stomach. She would sigh, trailing behind her kinswoman with her arms crossed.

"Miss, I may not recognize you, but, if you are truly one of my kin, you must understand the... the futility in searching for the change. Many good men and women have felt, as if divine inspiration had inspired them, that they were destined to find the Change, as if it were something they were fated to find, something that would give them honor or magically solve their problems... I'm sure I don't need to tell you how many souls have been lost in that endeavor... Take the Naima clan for instance. See how 'close' they thought they were to achieving it, and see how far they've fallen from grace because of it. They may be pitied, but, that doesn't mean they don't hold fault in... in misleading us all."

Aisha continued to lecture, as if she were reciting things she were told before. "Our society has become so addicted to this fable, this promise, this dream, a dream that's far too good to wake up from, one that distracts us from reality... And we will never be able to move forward if we keep letting our escape into fantasy hold us back. Young miss, I don't think you truly understand the principles of our Creed, the principles of which Utopia may be built upon. It is only through strict adherance to the principles that we may accomplish the true inner Change. The principles are not open for interpretation, they are the ultimate directions toward true living. To doubt them is denial, and denial leads to self-decay."

Aisha declared, "When we find this man—this man who although is a foreigner, has become a victim of our own sins—I will save him. He will become cleansed of the lies, be taught the righteous path and completely abandon his former self. He will be Changed. Those that hunt him will no longer find the man known as the 'Traitor' to the Wetlands. Only then, will I have finally and truly performed my duty toward our Creed." Aisha seemed rather satisfied with herself, having been able to say all that.